The Scoop Blog

So, a guy walks into a bead shop

Sometimes people create public poetry without even realizing it. Such was the case yesterday, when I stopped on the way home at a bead shop – you know, one of those crafty stores where you can buy beads and fake pearls and jewelry-making supplies and so on.

As I rooted amongst the esoteric stock, a pair of men came in (this alone – male customers at the bead store – was fairly novel) and strode to the counter. One of the pair urgently put this question to the owner:

“Man, can you bling my scepter?”

Y’all, I had to ruminate a minute on this, but the owner answered without hesitation, “How big is it?”

The guy goes into a kind of free-fall description of the (unseen) scepter: “It’s about this long” – (holding his hands about a foot apart) – “and the thing is, if I don’t bling it, it’ll just be this metal head and all ugly. This scepter needs some bling! Can you bling it?”

“Yes,” the unflappable owner said smoothly. “Bring it in and I will give you an estimate to encrust it with crystals.”

The owners of the unblinged scepter promised to return. I looked enquiringly at the merchant, who lapsed into a free-fall of his own: “You just would not believe the things I hear every day. You would not believe it! All kinds of people! Every day!”

The bead trade’s a lot more interesting than I realized. On the way home, I made up a little pop song about getting my scepter blinged.

Editor Picks

Ad:TopLeftBlog

Ad: Position1

Archives Title

Archives

ArchivesAbout This Blog

About this Blog

Local News columnists, reporters and editors invite you to join the discussion of the hot topics of the day. We encourage thoughtful reader contributions on any interesting subject in the news.